For 45 minutes Lilith Marvolo walked up and down the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley searching through the faces for her date. A few tall wizards caught her eye, but alas no one with the curly blonde locks and soothing hazel eyes of the elder Dumbledore.

"Damn that bloody Hufflepuff! Probably can't tell time. I swear if he weren't so handsome I'd hit him with an unforgiveable curse," Lilith mumbled to herself as she pulled her green velvet cloak up around her slended creamy neck. "Blimey!"

She cuaght a glimpse of her reflection as she walked, for the 4th time that night, in the window of Florish and Botts. Her hat, now askew and she stopped to fix it, deciding instead to abandon it altogether so her bouncy raven curls could fall to her shoulders. She checked again to see if her lipgloss was still sparkling and it was. Lilith was pleased at her own image, she may not have been a terribly talented witch, but she was a beautiful one.

"If he doesn't get here in 10 minutes, I'm going to find my own fun," she told her reflection and it nodded back to her in agreement.

"Talking to yerself deary? That can't be all too healthy now can it? Hows 'bout a bit of belladonna extract staight from my garden ta cure all that ills ye?" An old hag said into the reflection over Lilith's shoulder giving the young witch a start.

"Shoo you old hag, no one asked you anyway. Now go away, sell your poisions elsewhere," Lilith turned to bark at the old woman. At times like this her true Slytherin temperment bubbled to the surface to rear her true unpleasentness.

The hag quickly took heed and rushed away from the beautiful, yet firghtening young witch.

Deciding that she would do better to keep moving so she wouldn't be so rudely interupted again.

Feeling hungry and needing a drink the now very angry Slytherin girl decided that she would feed herself. But she didn't want to stay in Diagon Alley, nor did she want to go into Knockturn Alley. She knew way too many people down that road, most of whom were related to her.

No, she had enough with her 'kind'. She needed an escape, something different, something mysterious, something that might be found in Muggle London perhaps? The idea intrigued her, true she didn't no much about muggles, but they didn't use magic and they didn't know what a Slytherin was and that sounded just right.

Finding her way in the Leaky Cauldron her entrance to the non-magical world, Lilith looked for the one man that could help her escape. The link between the known and the unknown, the middle-aged barkeep known just as Tom.

"I could change my wizard money here, right?" Lilith quickly took out a very intricate python skinned wallet with a golden snap and put several silver sickles on the sticky bar.

"I can," Tom swiftly put his hand on the money and grinned.

"And you won't be cheating me, will you now Tom?" She gently put her own very pale soft hand over his rough and huge one.

"No, I won't," he insisted, his bloodshot eyes squinting to see her better in the dark pub.

"I didn't think you would Tom, cause you know my family, don't you?" she asked as her blood red fingernails tapped the wooden bar.

"I do, I knows of 'em," Tom agreed with a slight shiver.

"Good, and then I can be assured that you tell no onethat I am going out to mingle with muggles," her tone turned threatning.

"Yes, go on then. Go to have your adventures, but don't forget where you belong young lady," Tom warned, but Lilith didn't bother to answer the man, she had her muggle money and a taste for some real fun.

Lilith pushed her way into the cool London night and hardly even noticed when the pub she had just left virtually disappeared from sight. It didn't matter to Liltih, she needed a break form witches and wizards. She needed a break from Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, but mostly she needed to find a muggle to play with, and the cuter the better.